Private Life Of Sarah Twain
Private Life Of Sarah Twain
What you don't see is what you get
Stretch it for days
You rolled in the perfect hands and lips
I'll eat you like a crumb, boy
I was thinking to take it raw...
Who's the real winner here?
Let's fuck your dad, he's so grumpy...
Tell her whatever she wants to hear
You are a treat for my husband
My tongue won't miss a spot
What am i to do with you, slave?
Sorry son, but i'm hungry for cock
Try someone more experienced
Loud morning call